[ She doesn't feel the tugs on her hood. It's like nothing is happening. Because who's to say the hood is really there? What she is right now is only an image they both perceive... something they think is there, but isn't. All she is is some thing... just this chameleon-like doll that can't even function right.
Oh, come on, don't look shocked. You already know you're a Replica.
A puppet whose original purpose was to duplicate Roxas's powers.
Her awareness of what's happening around her is still somewhat hazy, though slowly beginning to clear. Though she feels him brush her cheek, she does not respond to that, either. She "looks" up at him -- a bare tilt of her head -- and reaches up with uncertain fingertips to touch his face. ]
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A puppet whose original purpose was to duplicate Roxas's powers.
Her awareness of what's happening around her is still somewhat hazy, though slowly beginning to clear. Though she feels him brush her cheek, she does not respond to that, either. She "looks" up at him -- a bare tilt of her head -- and reaches up with uncertain fingertips to touch his face. ]